Tomoka might just have the best and the worst luck in the world, ever. Look, she's not even been near the storage room after what happened that day, but come on, for it to happen again? Somebody among the divine higher-ups is fucking conspiring against her, she swears.

It's not her fault she gets asked to fetch files from supposedly empty rooms. It's not her fault if she wants to be a good student and obey her teachers.

But, maybe it's her fault if she doesn't run out of the classroom the moment she hears them, and instead chooses to hide in the big cabinet at the far end of the classroom, too terrified to show her face to them.

Not terrified like terrified. She doesn't get scared. Nope.

Slightly scared when she can hear the door getting locked from the inside.

But Ryoma-sama's been really suspicious, and who knows the lengths he can go to to silence someone?

She cracks open the cabinet doors slightly. It's them, all right. The boys she watched fucking around a fortnight ago. Echizen Ryoma-sama, her god, and Horio Satoshi (locking the classroom doors, what the fuck).

Wait -

No. No.

The teacher's table? Why that piece of furniture?

The only thing visible from the crack in the cabinet doors?

Tomoka wants to laugh madly. How many things had to happen in the world for them to be here like this? If some scientist hadn't sneezed in Antarctica maybe she would've been home by now, and not stuck in a classroom cabinet, suffocating and desperately wanting to (and not wanting to) spy on a tennis prodigy with cream skin, which he is almost about to show, judging by how he takes his shirt off, like it's the best striptease in the world (and for Tomo, it definitely is).

Horio has been pushed onto the table. Sprawled across it, he looks startled to see the look in Ryoma's eyes. Tomoka almost wishes it was her on that table. Almost. But she knows how the two love each other. And dearly wishes they would love each other somewhere else because she wants to go home and not think about Ryoma-sama's cock, all right?

But nope. Cream skin has been exposed, and Tomoka's eyes are glued to the opening between the doors.

Horio's breathing quietly, looking at Ryoma, wonderstruck, and obviously aroused. Just - wow. Pitching quite a tent there. Ryoma licks his lips, looking at it. Horio props himself up on his elbows, maintaining eye-contact with his boyfriend. Tomoka squeaks loudly in her mind.

Ryoma moans softly, and runs his hands over his chest, stopping at his nipples. Tomoka's knees go weak. Horio reaches for Ryoma.

"No," Ryoma purrs. Yeah, purrs. Tomoka doesn't want to think about that right now, not when certain fingers are circling certain... nubs. "Happy birthday, Satoshi. You don't get to touch me until I say you do."

What the. It was that guy's birthday? Tomoka squints at Horio. Where's her invitation to his birthday party?

"That's a horrible birthday present," Horio says, hand still extended. Ryoma's hands traverse a lot of milk-product skin and go below the hem of his tennis shorts, and he leans forward to take Horio's middle finger into his mouth.

Horio's head falls back in a moan and hits the table. Tomoka smirks. That oughta get him for not inviting her to his party. She refocuses on Ryoma's lips making Horio's finger all... wet.

"Ah," Ryoma gasps. Tomoka can see a hand moving, down there. Fast. Um. Wow. Okay, she is not prepared for this, hey, let's burst out of the cabinet and yell 'Surprise!' like there was supposed to be a surprise party and she's the only one who showed up.

Tomoka goes mad in these sort of moments.

Ryoma is loud this time. Yeah. Not that Tomoka's complaining. Nope. Any chance to see Ryoma-sama committing debauchery like this (gorgeous, and hot, she can fucking see the steam), she's in (and also not in. She really can't make up her mind).

She does have plenty of time to sit there and contemplate the morality of being a voyeur, but she wants the Ryoma D. Visually, because it, in every sense, belongs to Horio (Tomoka's going to be rolling her eyes over that one into the next decade).

Um, no. Ryoma-sama, please stop being a fucking tease and get it over with already because hot damn I want to get out and off and go home and die.

Horio's done obeying Ryoma's rule, because suddenly he's off the table, and his hands have replaced Ryoma's, and his mouth is covering his boyfriend's and they're kissing like they're never going to see each other again, and do they really have to be this messy and dirty and unabashed and hot. Really.

Tomoka wants to think about how Ryoma completely turns into a sex god only for Horio's eyes (because god forbid he show skin in tennis matches on purpose).

Tomoka wants to think about how Horio looks at Ryoma like Ryoma is his air.

But she can't, because suddenly they're getting each other naked and Tomoka's brain overloads, so she closes the door and leans against the back, breathing heavily.

Look at your fucking life, Tomo, look at your fucking choices, you're closing the door on two boys fucking and one of them's your ultimate crush.

Fuck off, brain, I'm not ready to look at naked Horio.

Though the door has closed, her ears have not, and suddenly their moans are keenly audible. Along with some sounds that cannot possibly be made by mouths. Are they slapping each other?

No, Tomoka thinks. Please fucking don't fuck each other. Please let me watch.

She sinks to the floor, hating herself. She counts to a hundred, slowly.

Look, she didn't do this on purpose. She didn't know they were going to make this classroom their lovemaking zone. The teacher who asked for the files must be waiting, and waiting. What the fuck, did they really have to come here? Tomoka's barely still. Come on. Just leave already.

The moans grow louder. Tomoka can't help herself. She peeps, reopening the door.

HOLY MOTHER OF -

Okay.

Ohkay.

Fuck fuck fuck. Uh, one more fuck.

Yeah um fuck.

Lazy kissing just got a new definition. And also -

Horio is leaking.

Come.

From.

Tomoka closes her eyes and counts to fifty. Slowly.

When she opens them, Ryoma is licking Horio's cock like ...

Lolli lolli oh lolli POP

Fuck you, 2NE1. Tomoka really hates that she listens to Kpop right now. Because that song features none other than BIGBANG, which is totally what has happened here. Wow. Um.

Sex god to the extreme, Ryoma. Now stop and go to tennis practice.

Ryoma-sama is kissing the tip of Horio's cock, licking it, sucking it lightly. Tomoka wants to die. Tomoka feels like shit right now. She should not be watching this. She should be having a mental debate on the ethics of watching this.

But Ryoma's lips, damn.

So, both Horio and Ryoma are pros at deep-throating. How much practice have they had?

Horio's face is hidden by his hands. Tomoka gives him a once-over because he's also a part of this - it takes two to tango (she believes this particular thing is called the horizontal mambo) - and then shifts her eyes back to the sex god.

He only needs to stare at Horio (who's watching through the gaps in his fingers) once or twice for Horio to come in his mouth. And Ryoma swallows it all. Of course. He, apparently, has a thing for it.

Come. On.

Tomoka closes her eyes. Come on? Is she really reduced to making semen jokes to herself?

She shuts the doors silently again, waiting for them to leave. The school needs to be fucking stricter about who stays back after hours and who doesn't, because this is not done. Okay? She does not want to be privy to lovey-dovey fucking between two of her classmates.

Anymore.

She counts to two hundred. Then, throwing all caution to the wind, bursts out of the cabinet.

Good, they're gone. But the smell remains. Tomoka really didn't want to know what sex smells like. Maybe she did. But not like this. It's like secondhand smoking. More dangerous and cruel to others than doing it yourself.

She finds the files quickly enough. Thankfully they're not on the teacher's table.

The teacher who had asked her to retrieve those files looks at her oddly. "What took you so long?"

"I couldn't find them, ma'am."

"I told you they were in Ishikawa Satsuki's desk, closest to the door."

Tomoka stares at the teacher, willing her to just fucking drop the topic. The teacher drops it. "Well, you may go now."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Tomoka runs home. Well, she tries. She's cornered by Ryoma-sama again, near the school gate.

"You were there, weren't you?"

"Where was I?"

"There, in the classroom."

"What classroom, Ryoma-sama?" Tomoka is not going to tell Ryoma she accidentally spied on him fucking his boyfriend six ways to ...

"Don't act like you know nothing. The cabinet door wasn't opening and closing on its own."

"What cabinet door are you talking about?" Tomoka is in a million pieces right now.

Ryoma glares at her. "Mada mada da ne."

Tomoka grins inspite of herself. She loves it when he says that. "I really don't know what you're talking about, Ryoma-sama."

"Just don't tell anyone."

"I can't tell people things I don't know."

Ryoma snorts. Then walks away.

Tomoka really, really plans on avoiding the both of them for the rest of her life.